Weeks after his engagement, Bryan Cauldwell disappeared. Worse yet, the last time Lacey Hampton saw him he was covered in blood after a blackout. What should she think later when her father is found killed, a victim of an animal attack? Hunter Harris searched for Bryan, his lost littermate, for years, finally rescuing him when he's severely wounded by Werecats. Hunter can help Bryan adjust to being a shifter if he'll let him. Unless the woman Bryan imprinted on accepts him, he's doomed to being chained during every full moon. After checking on Lacey, they discover Bryan infected her, and she's showing signs of changing. Although she's going to need help, she's spitting mad, and when Hunter tries to help, his cat imprints on her, too. Bryan must convince Lacey he's innocent of her father's murder, and Hunter must convince her he loves her in spite of the bond between them. Can she accept her shifter nature and devote her life to two men?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, sex in partially shifted form, HEA] Weeks after his engagement, Bryan Cauldwell disappeared. Worse yet, the last time Lacey Hampton saw him he was covered in blood after a blackout. What should she t MORE...

STORY EXCERPT

Lacey swore the world narrowed to a corridor linking the two of them when he stepped closer to take her hand in his. She involuntarily lifted it. Their fingertips touched, but no more.

“Dance with me, Lacey.” His voice was a little deeper than she remembered. It sounded thick with emotion and need. His eyes searched her face with guarded interest, looking for something she wouldn’t show him.

His simple plea asked too much.

The choice was hers. She didn’t react.

The blood running through her veins turned warmer than it had been in years. All this time she swore her heart pumped pure ice water after he left. Ice was hard, impenetrable. It would take more than Bryan showing up for a dance to melt her frozen heart.

Then he stepped closer. The scent he carried was the same. Bryan. Sweet, fresh air and woods. She inhaled to savor the moment, and then he whispered the silly rhyme he’d made up that first time.

“Won’t you dance with me, Lacey? Take a chance with me?” His hand slid into hers lightly.

He remembered.

Something inside her shifted. The ice around her heart cracked at his touch. The trickle she felt was the warm blood seeping from her shattered heart. Pain sliced through her. The same pain as when a limb falls asleep and wakes up. You know the pins and needles are coming and dread it, but it’s inevitable. There was no alternative. She had to experience the bleeding heart like a stab wound.

Damn him.

He was in her personal space and hurting her with memories, killing her with his words and his scent. She did the only thing she could think of to protect herself and to prevent him from following when she ran.

She attacked.

* * * *

Bryan tried to breathe without throwing up as he unrolled from the fetal position. He still had one hand cupped to his groin and the other to his jaw.

“Hey bro, I’m sorry,” Hunter said, as he helped his brother up off the floor.

There was a glint of humor in his voice. Bryan didn’t think he sounded very sorry, at all. Though, he couldn’t speak to make that observation, so he scowled as his brother chuckled. His jaw was still locked from the roundhouse blow he’d taken from Lacey after she kneed him in the groin.

“How was I to know she’d go for your balls and then punch you in the face?”

Bryan gagged a couple of times on the way up off the floor, clutching Hunter on one side and Thomas on the other.

“No, you dumb fuck, it’s for my jaw.” Bryan cursed at his friend with his hands still on his knees. He tried to take a deep breath.

“Right. Here, let me help.”

Hunter helped him back to their table. “Your balls okay, bro?”

“I’m not sure.”

A few minutes later, Thomas handed him the ice-filled bar towel. With one hand holding the ice to his jaw, Bryan extended his hand to Thomas. “Sorry I snapped at you.”

“No problem. It’s good to see you, Bryan. You should probably go somewhere you can ice those balls, too.”

“Suddenly everyone’s interested in my balls. She shoves them halfway up my throat, and the two of you can’t stop askin’ after ’em.”

Thomas smiled. “I figured she’d be inclined to take better care with them.”

“Where is she?”

“She ran.”

Hunter put Bryan’s hat on his head and said, “By the way she flashed out of here, like someone set her on fire, I gather she’s not quite ready to deal with you.”

“Ready or not, she’s going to have to deal with me.”

“She’s been feeling poorly, lately.” Thomas put a restraining hand on Bryan’s arm, but dropped it when Bryan snarled. “Hey, just give her some time.”

“She’s had five years. Time’s up.”

Bryan left her because he wanted to save her from what he was. Walking away… No, running away without a word had almost killed him. Now he was back because he had infected her. She was running out of time, and time was something they didn’t have. Her change was imminent. After touching her, he was more certain than ever. Her body temperature was rising. The change was on her already.

“I don’t know how I’m going to get her to listen. If looks could kill, she would’ve done me in when I walked up to her. Hell, I only asked her to dance. What’s she going to do when I tell her she has to marry me?”

“Marry you?” Thomas laughed and gave Bryan a wry smile. “That may take some fast talkin’. Let me give you some advice. I’d suggest when the time comes, you ‘ask’ her—don’t think to ‘tell’ her anything.”

“She doesn’t know what’s good for her.”

“Well, I’d say she made her feelings pretty damn clear about what she doesn’t think is good for her.”

“Right. Anything to do with me.”

Hunter slapped Bryan on the shoulder while he and Thomas laughed it up at his expense.

“She is still Lacey, and she has a million reasons to be angry, Bryan. Your dad was an ass to her when you disappeared. If not that, then she certainly has cause about her father’s killing. I guess you showin’ up took her off guard. She’s hurtin’.”

“I’ll find out what happened to her father, I swear.”

“We better do some checking. Early tomorrow we’ll start with old man Cauldwell.” Hunter added, low enough so Thomas couldn’t hear, “Full moon’s coming soon, Bryan. There’s not much time left to convince her.”

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Heat Warnings. Do you need them? Would running across a particularly steamy scene throw you into fits? Do some descriptions make you squirm? (In a good way or bad way? LOL )

I have to admit there aren't too many things my characters haven't done. That doesn't mean I'm always comfortable with their behavior. Nevertheless, I like my scenes detailed and complete. I grew up with closed door sex in movies and books, and I feel cheated now if an author doesn't write the whole book. I had an editor tell me once that sentences that trailed off with ellipsis were an author just being too lazy to write the sentence. (I was guilty big time and shudder to think it's still one of my favorite punctuation marks.) I am guilty of day dreaming and thinking in ellipsis too. So is that lazy thinking and writing ... or just being unable to complete a thought or scene? I'm working on being specific. Telling the detail, drawing the picture, evoking the emotions.

What do I read? Believe me when I say everything from beginning writing (I am an editor) to literary works. After reading satisfying sexual romances by Nora Roberts and others like Linda Howard, I found I enjoyed steamy romance. When I first read Christine Feehan I was enthralled by the level of emotion the love scenes between her characters could evoke. I liked the mental connection--perhaps because I am one of those annoying women who insists on knowing what my lover is thinking at every moment--it satisfied a need in me. So I immersed myself in all things Christine Feehan. Later, Karen Marie Moning, and Kresley Cole rocked my world. I discovered Lori Foster. She certainly upped the sexual detail and ramped up my engines. Not that I can't go back to a less detailed or descriptive sexual scene, but why would I want to after Lora Leigh? I forayed into the works of Laurell K. Hamilton, JR Ward, Opal Carew and others who write erotic romances. Then I went on to erotic menage romance. Not much can make me blush any more! My curiosity escalated from there. Now the sexual intensity of my work is a reflection of the books I read.

I ask you, if an author is describing a particularly awe inspiring action or scene, would we as readers want her to skim over it or suggest, "Well you know what I mean? or you've seen or done that before?" Why write it? Don't describe an elephant if you can just state the large gray animal in the room is an elephant. No? What if the elephant is weary, with tear stains ... is it looking for it's baby, or is it an old adult, rugged and scarred? The description makes the difference. What if the elephant is magical? Or it can make the main character's life different just by the way it moves, or smells, or the sound it makes? Detail is what makes the picture come to life. Painting the picture with words is an author's responsibility to the reader.

I'm also an instant gratification kind of girl. So don't expect my books to be a template of one another. My sex scenes don't occur in the middle. Sometimes I open with a sex scene. "Whew got that out of the way. Now pay attention." LOL Admittedly some language makes me uncomfortable, some scenes make me uncomfortable, but if I care about the characters, I want to go on this journey with them--through the good and the bad, in their pov, with my eyes wide open and with the doors to the bedroom open, too. Yes, some sexual scenes are more titillating than others. Some horror books are scary; some horrifying. But when I read I want to FEEL--every single thing--as if I were in the scene myself!

Eliza March writes male/male/female menages; male/female/male menages; and traditional male/female romance. On a heat scale of 0-5 hers are in the 3-5 range for description, action, and language.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

[Erotic paranormal romance, MFM, menage] Possessed by evil, ruled by lust, driven by hunger. Can love defeat the ancient demon and turn the darkness into light? Max Hamilton and Shelby Mackenzie go way back to being in diapers together. Over the years, they’ve shared playgrounds and fishing, first dates and first sexual experiences. It wasn’t a surprise when she followed Max to Tulane Medical School where they shared Kyle Lachlan—Max’s new friend and Shelby’s first real love. Before Kyle, something had always been missing in the romance department for Shelby. But when Kyle announces he’s joined Physicians International Charity and is heading out to save innocent lives after the mudslides in Guatemala, Shelby is devastated. Until, he gives her a family heirloom engagement ring. Kyle is determined to make up for his privileged Boston upbringing even if it means being separated from Shelby for a few months while she finishes her residency. But when he arrives in the makeshift medical camp, strange things begin to happen. Local legends inspired by the jungle jaguars tell of men who shift into the form of the large cats. While out searching for a missing boy, Kyle is attacked by a rogue jaguar. His life changes, instantly and so does he. His former beliefs and ideals manifest into the myths and legends of a bad "B" horror flick. Pursued by a demonic vampire, the exquisitely beautiful yet evil, Amyra de la Santiago plans to use him for her own selfish purpose. Kyle is determined to fight becoming the dark demon he senses within her. She will stop at nothing to fulfill her ambitions, and Kyle is the answer she’s been waiting over three thousand years for. Leverage is what she needs to convince him, and who better to use against him than the people he cares about most? Kyle will do anything to protect innocent lives like Max’s and keep the woman he loves safe even if it means sacrificing himself to the demon. What does it matter since his soul is already lost to the darkness? Shelby must learn to believe in Kyle, again, then trust him and finally, she must be willing to fight for him. Later, there will be time to deal with the secret need she developed from the transition he caused. The hunger for sexual satisfaction drives her the way a vampire is driven by the need for blood. Max is always a willing partner, but as relationships change, so do their needs. Will Kyle adjust and accept their new roles? After the danger is past, will Kyle be able to love a sex fae? Shelby holds out hope since she is the light to his darkness. Only she can defeat the demon darkness taking over both Kyle and Max.

If you read it and haven't reviewed my first book in the Hearts of Darkness series, then please do. The next vampire book is due out the end of November. Add your comments to those at Amazon now...

Eliza March has written a thrilling, erotic tale that sweeps the reader from ancient Egypt to the jungles of Guatemala and the mysterious bayous of Louisiana. Demons, vampires, jaguars--if you like stories about shape-shifters, then this book is a must-read, with a little something for everyone.

4.0 out of 5 starsVampires and Werewolves and Demons...OH MY!, August 17, 2013

This review is from: Defeat the Darkness: Demons of the Bayou (Hearts of Darkness) (Volume 1) (Paperback)

The plot of this erotic paranormal romance is hard to describe succinctly, but I'll give it a try. Though engaged to handsome doctor Kyle Lachlan, Dr. Shelby Mackenzie maintains close ties with her childhood friend (and former lover) Max Hamilton. Max is also a doctor, and he's Kyle's best friend. While on a charitable mission in Central America, Kyle is attacked by both a shape-shifting jaguar man AND and ancient vampire/demon. This causes him to turn into BOTH a shape-shifting jaguar AND a vampire. He's forced to reject Shelby (who has come from the U.S. to find him) for her own protection, which, of course, sends her right into the arms of Max. A bit later, Kyle escapes back to the U.S. and gets involved with a community of paranormal creatures (succubi, vampires, werewolves) living in Louisiana bayou country. They help him come up with a plan to defeat his maker, who has followed him home and targeted Shelby for death.
This complicated paranormal universe is one of the best things about the book, but it also causes some difficulties. There are a lot of characters. Each one has a unique history. Some transform into more than one supernatural creature depending on what they were bitten by and what type of supernatural genes they carry. Entertaining though it is, there are places where the plot begins to crack the "suspension of disbelief" of even the most dedicated fan of paranormal fiction. A prime example of this is when we discover that Shelby is a Sex Fae (a type of succubus) and that Max has Berserker blood. Not just any Berserker blood...He just happens to be related to a Vampire-Berserker helping Kyle. It's too much co-incidence.
Author Eliza March's characters are interesting and well developed. I became attached to them. However, this attachment took longer than it should have because we are introduced to Shelby and Kyle during a marathon sex session that goes on and on and on. I get that DEFEAT THE DARKNESS is an erotic romance. But erotic elements need to support plot and character development--not delay them or take their place. If March had placed this same sex session AFTER the couple has dinner with Max, allowing us to meet the three main players right away, the novel would have worked better for me.
Another rough spot is the final confrontation with Kyle's maker. Much of the action happens off stage. Also, it's pretty easy to subdue Amyra de la Santiago. You'd think a powerful vampire/demon who has been causing havoc for thousands of years would put up more of a fight. It's as if she just gives up. This is hard to believe and supremely unsatisfying.
All in all it's a question of balance. March's novel is weighted heavily towards sex and a fictional universe populated by a wide variety of supernatural beings. This throws off the pacing and narrative arc, resulting in an ending that feels rushed and unresolved--even for the first book in a series. Despite these structural issues, I enjoyed the book enough to give it four stars. March's plotting is ambitious and her characters are well-conceived and likable. I'm looking forward to the the next one.

i have to say, i just started reading your book, i am in the first chapter, i am a slow reader sadly and i am loving the details you gave, beautiful i can't wait to get to the end i am so excited! thank you!

If you love vampires, shifters, faes and sex you'll enjoy this love story between Kyle, Shelby and Max. Colorful and handsome secondary characters have their own stories to tell and keep you turning the pages with lots of twists and turns. This hard-to-put-down book will keep you on the edge of your seat while in the jungles of Guatemala and back to the mysterious, jazzy city of New Orleans. A book you won't forget!

When Kyle heads off to S. America, his fiance Shelby goes after him, and finds he's changed. Only she doesn't realize how much, and she finds him in the grip of another woman. Thankfully, hunky Max is waiting to soothe her broken heart. Only, things aren't what they seem, and Kyle has much more at stake than his relationship with Shelby. This book is a hot, fast read. There are surprises around every corner. A lot of familiar mythology with interesting twists. Shapeshifters and vampires. Sometimes one is both. An excellent antagonist - you will love to hate her! I highly recommend this book!

Shifters, separated at birth, discover one another again, only to imprint on
the same woman—Bryan must convince Lacey he’s innocent of her father’s murder
and Hunter must convince her he loves her in spite of the bond between them.
Can she accept becoming a shifter and devote herself to two men for life? Or will she suffer the pangs of madness every full moon?

WERECAT FEVER Excerpts:

ADULT:

“Bryan, you’re like an itch I’ve been needing to
scratch for a long while. Fill me up and take me harder.”

“Hang on. Oh, God. Lacey. I. Love. You.” Each word
was punctuated with his thrusts—thrusts like nothing she’d ever experienced
with him before. Pleasure welled up inside her, and she whimpered.

“I’m coming... Oh, God, Bryan.”

The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin
brought back memories of them when they were young, desperate lovers. She
relaxed, savoring the slippery slide of their sweaty bodies against one
another. The intense pleasure heightened with the force of the untold power
within him.

He pistoned faster, moving over her at a frantic
pace until she felt his cock clench and release. Jets of warm creamy liquid
shot inside her with his final thrusts, and she tried to angle her hips to take
more of him.

“Be careful. Don’t move, yet,” he warned.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She stayed still as he cleared his voice. “Uh-hmm.
I experienced other transformations. Some changes don’t always revert back when
I do.”

He looked uncomfortable trying to explain. “My
cock...is different. It changed when I did.”

“Mmm, it feels really big and hard. Sooo good.”
Caressing his nipples to points, she suckled one between her lips. The way he
reacted said he liked it as much as she did and his gratifying groan pleased
her.

“Yeah well, there’s that,” he said, smiling. “But
there’s a little something else. When I’m ready to come, my cock develops tiny
barbs. The barbs act like stimulants to bring on your orgasm, and I can’t pull
out until they recede.”

He lifted her chin and looked for a response.
“Freaky?”

“Oh yeah, maybe a little freaky when you put it
like that, but you do know I’m a biologist, don’t you? Reproduction is one of
my specialties.”

This was Bryan inside her. What he was and who he
was, was everything she’d once loved. And he was hers. Always had been. They
belonged together. She would never allow him to feel uncomfortable about what
happened to him.

“Hey, you’re a lion.” She grinned and shook her
head once. “The barbs and the stamina come with the territory. Thank goodness
you don’t bite or come in eight seconds.” She stared at his teeth. “You don’t
bite do you?”

“What—? No, not when I’m in human form. What’s the
deal with coming in eight seconds?”

“Oh. Lions have intercourse repeatedly for hours,
but coitus is quick. The male lion comes in about eight seconds and stays
inside the female to insure his sperm fertilizes her. Then he comes again and
again. Their foreplay involves biting, spitting, and a lot of growling and
hissing. The act of sex between cats is combative. They both want it, but they
fight all the way through it.”

“Hell, there are still some perks to being human. I
plan on lasting a lot longer than eight seconds.” He kissed the side of her
neck and nibbled. “How’s this feel?” he asked as he thrust inside her.

“Mmm, wonderful.”

He was still rock hard and thick, filling her and
making her want more. There was also that damn itch she needed to have
scratched. Again. Maybe they were more like their lions than she wanted to
believe.

“I’m close to another orgasm, big guy. I think if
you just twitch, you could send me to the stars again.”

She clenched her pelvic floor muscles, and he did
better than twitch. He thrust until the world exploded around both of them. The
aftermath left her feeling like a puddle of orgasmic jelly.

Lacey called out his name on a prayer, and they
both murmured a binding oath. “Damn, Bryan. We did it again. Didn’t we?”

He chuckled and then brushed his lips over hers.
“Hell, yes. Apparently we’re destined for each other.”

“If we hadn’t fulfilled the pledge before, we did
just now.”

“Thank God. Lacey, I promise to bind you in love
every time.” Bryan carried her back to the spring and deposited her into the
soothing water.

“Hunter needs me, though. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” Bryan’s eyes narrowed, and Lacey heard the
low rumble roll through his chest. “He doesn’t want your pity, though. He wants
to please you, but he wants to know you desire him first.”

“I completely understand.” She almost laughed
thinking she felt the same way. “I’m all itchy inside. Needy. Like there’s
still something missing.”

“Do you think your cat imprinted on Hunter because
we’re from the same litter?”

“There are documented incidents of male lions,
siblings, sharing a pride. I guess imprinting on brothers wouldn’t be such a
far-fetched notion.”

“As much as I’d like to wrap you up and keep you
for myself, my lion won’t let me deny you anything you need. If it’s Hunter,
I’ll go get him for you.”

“But, Bryan...” How could she refuse to help Hunter
escape his lunar nightmares? Besides. She liked him. That was a start. She
could see a day when they would truly love each other, be in love with each
other and not just in lust. But not yet. “I don’t know if I’m ready for…that.”

“Well, why don’t you let me help you decide?” The
sound of Hunter’s deep voice right beside her caught Lacey off guard.

He was naked and glorious. His thick erection
bobbed against his abdomen, the barbs invisible in the dim light. Desire for
him pooled like liquid heat between her thighs. This sudden attraction she was
experiencing seemed too complicated to settle with a quick “no thank you” to
him. Was she ready to let pride and her inhibitions stand in the way of their
mutual satisfaction? Of her future and his?

“Try. See if he’s what you need to complete you.”
Bryan’s jaw flexed. He inhaled slowly and briskly kissed her.

“Bryan?”

“It’s okay. I’ll be just outside if you need me.”

“But... Bryan, I love you.”

“I know. And it’s only because I love you that I
can do this.”

Bryan turned and walked away, this time shimmering
into his cat as he disappeared into the dark and Hunter climbed in to the
bubbling water.

When he sat down beside her, he brushed a stray
lock of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Cupping her face
in his hands, he looked deep into her eyes and begged, “Lacey, please. Let’s
see if this is what you need—what we all need. You say stop and I’ll stop at
any point. Okay?”

“O-okay.” Would allowing him to touch her and start
something she knew could end badly be a mistake? “Hunter…I’ve never been
with…anyone else.”

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Author Juli D. Revezzo is visiting today and sharing not one but two excerpts from her new release Passion's Sacred Dance. Let's give Juli a great big welcome!

Writing love scenes, from a
once “closet romance writer's" perspective...

by Juli D. Revezzo

JDR: Thank you, Eliza for
inviting me here today!

EM: You're so welcome. Juli I loved this book. The way you blended fantasy and past life experiences into a contemporary romance was fascinating!

JDR: Ask any romance reader and
you’ll hear the thing they look forward to most in a romance novel is the
budding love between the hero and heroine. The (excuse the pun) climax of this
romance is usually the all-important love scene, so much so that sometimes the
end of the book is anticlimactic. Some
writers write them so poorly they might as well just have left them out. Some
do it so well, they overtake the story and border—if not completely cross
into—erotic romance, or downright erotica.

The writing of the scenes
is an art and one—at least since the release of Fifty Shades of Grey—every
budding romance author aspires to and to make them seem flawless, gaining many
a headache in the process.

But you know what? They are
damned hard to write. For me, I’ve always included a love thread in every
attempt I’ve made at a novel, but I never leaned so heavily on those scenes as
I learned to do during the writing of my newest novel, PASSION’S SACRED
DANCE. The genres I grew up reading and never relied heavily on open door
sex as a plot point. Yes, some of my
favorites did. Michael Moorcock’s Elric always seems to be chasing some skirt,
and Melanie Rawn certainly doesn’t shy from the subject in her novels. But
still there’s no time for noggie when you’re facing angry, power-hungry wizards
or hungry, man-eating dragons, or battle for that matter, now is there?

So when I thought about
joining the Romance Writers of America I felt out of place, to be honest. Me? I
write for fans of Melanie Rawn and Michael Moorcock (although, Michael’s
characters *swoons*…). Still, I was up for a little literary adventure and gave
it a try. Manuscript after manuscript, my characters slipped the door open a
little more. And seemed to like it. *faints*

Finally, when I got down to
writing the love scenes for what became PASSION’S SACRED DANCE, I
decided if the authors I’d read and enjoyed recently (C.L. Wilson, Eliza March,
and Tammy Kane) could pull it off, so could I. Every attempt I made, my bold
factor kept slipping up notch by notch, until I opened the door the entire way
until, heck, my Aaron didn’t feel at all uncomfortable walking around naked in
front of god and everyone! Once I let them, my characters said, “It’s about
bloody damned time. This is fun!”

Silly characters (or I
guess, silly writer). Oh, I can argue with you until I’m blue in the
face as to why there are so many other
bits and pieces that hold a fantasy novel and world together (as my critique
partner knows); there are maniacal wizards, valiant warriors, and hungry beasts
to quell, aren’t there? But I suppose I got it right, or we wouldn’t be
standing here talking about this book, now would we?

Now about those naked
warriors parading around…. ;)

EM: Would you like to read more
about PASSION’S SACRED DANCE?

Passion’s
Sacred Dance

Battling
mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art gallery.
When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to keep the
attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He may be her
savior in disguise--but can she trust him?

Aaron intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who
protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron can
prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help--even the gallery he
claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage the next epic
battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will confirm the ancient legend
is true, if only they can find it in time.

If the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next five
hundred years. Stacy and Aaron's budding love might only complicate things.

Excerpt #1

Cold shot through her. She needed warmth— something
the artificial heater wouldn’t give. She took his hand in hers.

Aaron jumped but soon relaxed, his fingers entwining
with hers.

After a moment, the despair dissipated, replaced
with something else—intrigue, the desire to touch him, the craving to sample
his mouth.

“I have a better idea than meeting this Mr. McDunn.
How about at the next light, you pull over or turn around or something?”

“Stacy.”

“Okay, if you don’t want to then—”

“I didn’t say that.”

He found a spot at the side of the road and leaned
in to kiss her. Savoring the soft pliancy of his lips andthe sweet mint taste she detected, she slipped hertongue between his lips. Her fingers moved up to hisbroad shoulders, and as his arms tightened around her,pulling her closer, she welcomed the feeling of his heartthudding in his chest, reverberating through hers. His

left hand moved down her back to her waist as his
right arm held her tightly around the shoulders.

He smelled wonderful, like fresh sweet seas and
crisp wind.

Her fingers tested the hem of his scratchy wool
sweater and beneath, caressing the hard, warm surface of his lower back.

His laugh sounded low in his throat, curling her
toes.

“Ticklish?” She dove back into the kiss, deciding
she liked it. Loved it, actually.

Too soon, Aaron broke the kiss and pushed her gently
away. “Stacy.”

Excerpt #2

Can you love a man without knowing who or what he
is? Can there be love without trust? She
wondered.

Been there, done that. Don’t want to do it again.

Good looks, bad temper. She had scars on her body to
prove some handsome men couldn’t be trusted. She mentally shook her head to
erase the memories flooding back and yet absently scrubbed her left foot
against the old wound marring her right calf. “I’ve had some restless nights
lately,” she said.

“I understand. Been there myself.” He tapped his
temple. “Battles tend to stick, now and then.”

“Yeah. You should see some of the ones I’ve seen.”

Aaron’s brow rose.

She sniffed, but didn’t say more. “Are you ready to
explain what that was about, yesterday?”

“I’m not sure to what you’re referring.”

How to put this? “The discussion you had with the lawyer?”

“Actually,” he said, “I rather hoped we could forget
that nonsense ever happened.”

“Like I wish I could forget Janeus and Miller are
offering for my place.” She waved a hand around the room. “I’m sorry for
yelling at you, yesterday. Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?” Aaron wrapped his empty arm
around her shoulders.

She suddenly couldn’t breathe steadily or remember
where they were. She blinked and licked her lips, hoping for a kiss. Someone
cleared a throat and Aaron pulled away. Stacy glanced at the student watching
them.

“Come on,” Aaron said and tugged her toward the
stairs. Did she see the student smile?

“Let’s see what your archivist might’ve found,” he
urged.

Downstairs, Stacy chose a reading table and set her
purse down. She cocked her head, reading the title of Aaron’s book as he set it
beside her purse.

“Self-Mastery?” she read. “Don’t you know all about
that?”

“It’s an ongoing struggle, no matter how advanced
you are.”

“No matter how old?” she teased.

“Or how youthful.” He spun the book so she could get
a better look. “Would you like to read it?”

EM: Would you? ;) If so,
PASSION’S SACRE DANCE is available for Kindle from Amazon and coming soon
to other venues.

JDR: I hope you’ll check it out and enjoy the story I had to tell! Thanks
again, Eliza, for hosting me!

EM: You are entirely welcome! Thanks for sharing!

About Author, Juli D. Revezzo:

Juli
D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring
everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and
the classics and has a soft spot for classic the “Goths” of the 19th century.
Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The
Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and
Luna Station Quarterly. She also has an article and book review or two
out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of
Independent Authors Network and Magic Appreciation Tour. Passion’s Sacred Dance
is her first romance novel.

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